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When all your plans go up in smoke,
The pain’s too much and it’s almost a joke,
You try to sleep but dreams are invaded,
By twinges, pangs, aches, and dedicated,
Soldiers in the body who‘ve,
Decided it’s time to march in the groove,
Of nerves already frayed and tired,
Electrified and tightly wired,
And fighters trained to continue on,
Make sure the pain is turned up strong,
Your mind can only hold so much,
Your body simply can’t confront,
More than this intense inward battle,
So it’s a bed day and there’s nothing that’ll
Eliminate the situation,
Yet let’s not forget your determination,
To fight the good fight as well as you can,
Tomorrow’s a new day, you can make a new plan,
And in the meantime stuck in bed,
At least you’ve released these few rhymes from your head,
Maybe you’re gaining more strength and compassion,
For the non-bed days when you can take action,
In the meantime take rest under the covers,
Your part is not played for yourself or for others,
Take heart and hope that better is coming,
Just wait my friend for the new day dawning.
